In New World I did leave

A piece o’ heart with she:

A lass whose locks of blond did curl

Like waves of Mother’s seas.

A year or so later, a piece I left

(Tossing it to sea),

For blackened ice had gripped this piece

And I gave it begrudgin’ly.

Again another maiden

(This one fairer than the last),

And yet, I took to sailin’

Thinkin’, “I’ll return to be with ‘Lass.’”

But out to sea she threw the piece

I left in harbor there,

And the rollin’ waves did gulp it down

To Davy Jones’ Lair.

“To His Locker may she go,” I cried!

And continue I, to sail;

For every pirate knows the “Hearts o’ Pirates” tale:

¯ “A piece left to me treasure;

One left for the rum.

A piece to love o’ sailin’

(And one piece for me mum).

Each a piece for friend in crew,

To love o’ ‘venture, and seas o’ blue;

A piece to freedom,

And one more to sun

(May it continue to shine upon our voyages to Nowhere),

All leaves a pirate’s heart with pieces none.”

So, a heartless pirate, I roam these waters,

One piece left and remained to me:

(And that one piece remaining, I did salvage from the sea!)

The blackened one, gripped with ice, and cold to finger’s touch,

But ‘tis the last o’ what I got,

And what I got, ain’t much.

I’ll steal to make it whole again;

I’ll steal to make it be

That a pirate never lose his heart…

¯ “And it’s a pirate’s life for me.”